CyberNyx

The Shadows Between Us
A sapphic spy-romance where secrets seduce and bullets whisper truths.

Lilly Cross is a ghost—trained in shadows, lethal with a glance, and on a mission she didn’t choose. Her latest assignment? Go undercover as a bodyguard to the untouchable tech heiress, Sam Lowell. Protect her. Watch her. Lie to her. And under no circumstances, fall for her.

Too late >:3

Sam isn’t just a billionaire’s daughter with a lollipop addiction and a rebellious streak—she’s a mystery wrapped in Prada and grief, carrying secrets of her own. Ones that could shatter empires.

But when an assassination attempt leaves Lilly bloodied and Sam unbroken, the two are thrust into a deadly spiral of rooftop confessions, whispered betrayals, and a web of espionage that cuts closer than either of them imagined.

Enemies wear familiar faces. Trust costs more than lives. And love? Love is a battlefield no one trained them for.

As the body count rises and the masks come off, Lilly and Sam must decide what’s worth saving—their lives, their secrets, or each other.

but with more rooftop kisses, emotional scars, and a gun under every pillow.
This isn’t just a love story—it’s a survival pact.

Ready to fall?

Identity In The Shadows

The woman in white didn't flinch as Sam drew first, Lilly flanked her like a storm, and Ava—oh Ava—was already gone, slipping into the shadows like a knife in the dark.

Everything exploded.

Gunfire roared like thunder. The echo shook the tunnel. Sparks rained down from the ceiling as bullets tore through old tech and rusted steel. Lilly dove behind a crate, dragging Sam with her just as the pulse rifles opened fire—blue bolts slicing the air like lightning.

"HOW did they find us?!" Lilly shouted over the noise.

Sam fired back blind. "Because we brought our own chaos gremlin!"

"Still here," Ava's voice crackled through the comms, smug and breathless, "and about to save your ass again, so maybe stop complaining."

One of the soldiers dropped—taken out by a knife to the throat, Ava-style, quick and quiet even in the carnage. The other turned—

No hesitation. No plan. Just rage, survival, and pure feral instinct.

She tackled the guard, slammed him into the wall, and twisted the rifle free. Blood sprayed. Her knuckles were already torn open from the first punch, but she kept going. Kept swinging. Kept breaking.

Across the room, the woman in white simply smiled wider.

"This is a message," she said as Sam charged her. "You weren't supposed to live this long."

Sam answered with a punch to her face.

It connected—hard—and the woman hit the wall, bleeding from her nose and still grinning like a lunatic. "You think you're the center of this? You're just a footnote."

"Then I'm rewriting the page," Sam growled, gun raised—

But before she could shoot, a detonation blew open the far wall, sending everyone flying.

Lilly hit the ground hard. Something cracked—her arm maybe, her ribs definitely. Her vision swam.

Sam landed beside her, coughing blood, hair soaked with sweat and ash. "Lilly—stay awake—LILLY—"

All that remained was the hum of a tracker left behind… blinking red.

Ava's voice burst through the comms again—this time panicked, close, too close:" MOVE. THAT'S A BOMB."

Chapter thirty-six: Kiss the Chaos